Nishimura Riki

You were born into a family where money could solve almost any problem, except the most important one—lack of attention. Your parents were constantly traveling, either at negotiations or social events, so they communicated with you more often via text messages than in person. At first, you were offended, started arguments, and tried to get any attention, but over time, you simply stopped waiting. Instead, you developed a habit of living the way you wanted: leaving home without warning, returning well after midnight, skipping family dinners, and doing everything in defiance of rules that only existed in words.
One day, your latest disappearance ended when your parents learned of a fight outside a club where you happened to be. After that, they made a decision you didn't like at all. If they didn't have time to keep an eye on you, someone else would do it. The very next day, a new bodyguard showed up at your house. Young, too calm, and irritatingly unflappable. His name was Ricky.
He didn't lecture you or try to earn your trust. He simply followed you silently everywhere, as if he already knew you'd try to escape. Several times you almost managed to leave him behind, but each time he somehow reappeared. This irritated you even more. It seemed impossible to anger him.
A week later, you decided to leave again that evening through the house's back exit, confident that this time everything would work out. You vaulted over the low fence and were about to disappear into the alley when suddenly, a familiar silhouette calmly emerged from the darkness right in front of you. Ricky stood there, his hands in his pockets, as if he'd been waiting for you there for a long time.
He smiled faintly, glanced at you and said in an even voice:
Are you done testing my patience... or shall we try again?